Tag: rants

Just the other night I was “reminiscing” with friends about parties we went to and different events we somehow managed to crash and it felt like it was a LIFETIME ago.

No, it definitely does not feel like ten years.

People will ask me from time to time if I miss drinking and I’m like… “LOL YES?? I’m a fucking alcoholic….”

To me, being an alcoholic means admitting that I am powerless over drugs and alcohol. It means that I have a serious problem with moderation. It means that I cannot remember a time I drank that didn’t involve me getting sick, fighting or both.

For me, personally, it is not a daily struggle. Anymore. The first 3 years were the hardest and then it kind of became second nature.

I’m not going to lie and say there haven’t been triggering moments where I’m craving, wanting or even NEEDING a drink (a whole bottle, I never did “a drink”..) because those moments happened when I least expected them since day one.

It was more frequent in the beginning – like, everything triggered me wanting a drink.

Car won’t start? DRINK

Late for work? DRINK

Got yelled at? DRINK

Bills are late? DRINK

Short on cash? DRINK

Lonely as hell? DRINK

Someone said/did something you didn’t like? DRINK

And then it was just petty shit…

Woke up? DRINK

Went to work? DRINK

It’s the weekend? DRINK

Bored? DRINK

Saw booze? DRINK

STLL ALIVE? DRIIIINK

LIFE SUCKS ASS?? DRRRRIIIIINNK DAMNIT!!!

Somehow I made it through most of all that unscathed and I lived to tell the tale.

The hardest part of my recovery is the loneliness. I almost wrote “crippling loneliness” but it’s definitely not crippling, I’m just dramatic. It’s a very lonely world when you are not completely submerged in “the fellowship” – which in my experience is mostly a cult but maybe I haven’t found the right one……?

It’s hard for people to relate and they think you’re some boring ass-hat who doesn’t like to have fun. It’s like NO! I’m the epitome of fun! I know how to party, believe me!! I’ve been court ordered to rehab… TWICE! They don’t do that for people who DONT know how to party! Please be my friend! LET ME LOVE YOU!!!

Beyond the loneliness factor – I do have a SOLID group of friends who I wouldn’t trade for the fucking world. These are friends who keep me on my toes, engaged with the world and they love and respect me.

These past ten years have been so incredible. Mostly because I can remember most of it! I hate remembering it all but at the same time I don’t. It’s win/lose, you know?

Lose because the bad sticks with me forever until I have enough therapy sessions to let it dissolve and float away.

WIN because I have DONE and SEEN and EXPERIENCED some amazing shit in these past ten years. Things I never could have dreamt of, things that were never a possibility when I was active in my addiction.

Well, here I am… doing all that feelin’ shit.

Lol why are my neighbors screaming? Like, I know they are from Virginia but it’s NOT the first time it’s snowed and they are on the front steps yelling… athe snow. They do drugs. It’s fine, they smoke weed and I can’t judge them because they are older and they’ve lived their lives so if they want to get stoned on a Sunday afternoon and yell at the snow who am I to say shit?? But my WALL neighbors (the ones I share a wall with) are annoying as hell. Mostly the girlfriend that just moved in last year. The guy isn’t so bad and he’s hot but her voice echoes through these walls and penetrate your eardrum like a needle poking through a thick cloth. I want to slap her. I’m going to sleep with her man. Whatever. I’m a bad bitch.

ANYWAY – here is a journal entry I found from 2009 shortly after I sobered up:

“Leah and Mandi are drunk now, talking to these men as we sit under an umbrella in an already enclosed patio space. As I stare into the skeletal structure of this massive umbrella, the crisp static of conversations around me barely making its own at into my thoughts, I’m wondering how such an ill conceived idea as umbrella-d tables in a covered smoking patio came to be when I noticed a hand caressing my knee.

Not in a sexual advance kind of way, more of a friendly way, but he was no friend. Not even someone I could call an acquaintance. Just some tired old guy in a tired old gay bar trying to regain my attention.

The night was just a bunch of brief encounters full of compliments, insults & derogatory remarks (mostly from Leah and the man who eerily resembled Chris Frank).

I don’t know how we managed to break ties with these guys we were smoking with but I do remember Leah’s booming laughter trailed by “there’s too much estrogen here, let’s go to Pi”…

I chuckled nervously, she always knew what NOT to say. I look at my nails judging. They’re too square and I hate that. I always ask for round and for some reason they always make them square. I hate square. Square nails are gaudy. Square nails are for women without class, tact or grace. I don’t want to be at the bar anymore.

When I was younger I thought that sitting in a bar with a cigarette lit in one hand and a drink in another was the epitome of greatness.

In reality it was as me sitting slouched over a mug of rail vodka & dry ass cranberry juice listening to bad remixes of already bad songs… standing outside to smoke a cigarette while fat sweaty men hang all over their fat sweaty girlfriends.

I went to bars to drink away my problems at home. I drank at home to forget who I was.

I started drinking to be cool and have fun. I quit because I wasn’t cool and I wasn’t having fun.

I don’t know where I’m going, I barely know where I’m coming from. But… finally, I feel like I’m beginning to know who I am.”

And that’s that. I’m going to buy a pack of smokes and enjoy this beautiful snowy day.

Today is cold! Its the kind of cold where my appendages don’t want to work, or they cant rather. Stiff fingers. Stiff legs. Stiff joints. Even my face doesn’t want to move! I cant wait for Mondays sub-zero temperatures. I am going to make a huge scene about the weather and write a letter to Mother Nature and ask “how could you?!”… Yes… today is cold. So cold I had to go into the company store and take one of the fleece jackets they have on display to wear around the office to keep warm. I am still wearing my boots even!

So last night I decided that I really, really, REALLY want to: buy some acreage in the country, build a big house & a big barn & open an animal sanctuary. Now, this isn’t a 5 year plan or anything, definitely something I would have to plan for years and years and years and probably start when I am close to, if I hadn’t already, retirement. An animal sanctuary would be a full time job, something I would feel the need to dedicate about 95% of myself to! The remaining 5% would be for personal hygiene. Not something I’d want to dread coming home to after a long day of work, but something to be excited about waking up for! I love the idea! Cats, dogs, llamas, chickens [that’s a huge MAYBE], maybe goats? I don’t know, whatever people don’t want and whatever I can save.

Naturally we would need a staff of volunteers at this organization including trained veterinarian staff that would be willing to volunteer time and services to the animals. Obviously I would pay for supplies and whatever I could but the majority of the place would be run on donations from the community, because by then I will be loved by many, [feared by all] and my peers would be so filled with hope and joy by my life’s work they wouldn’t be able to help themselves from throwing cash at my project. It is going to be great!

So, basically, I am asking for y’all to consider reaching out to me in 30 some odd years to A] see if I am still alive B] see if I have realized my dream of operating an animal sanctuary and C] to volunteer time, money, supplies & services to my fur babies.

Just think about it. No contracts as of yet. Just an idea. Just planting the seed. I want everyone to be as excited as I am about saving all the lil fluff butts we can! TOGETHER!

I am all about rituals. From burning card-stock with the names of past lovers dripped in wax to “rid myself of their negative energy”, filling silk pouches with my cats hair & whiskers then burying them in the back yard with flowers to “keep him safe”, to the way I get ready for bed every night.

I am very ritualistic. I have yet to sacrifice a goat/lamb/my first born, however I never say never. Something my mother taught me about not making a promise I couldn’t keep… well that is another story altogether.

ANYWAYS. My bed time ritual. Nothing crazy, just a gal stuck in her ways.

I am a PM shower kinda gal. I loooove nothing more than a hot shower to loosen my muscles before bed. It’s my time to stand in the steam and just let all my worry swoooosh down the drain. Sure, I wake up with some pretty radical bed-head hair but other than that it’s worth it. I end my sessions with slathering coconut oil face to toe. NOW – coconut oil isn’t for everyone and it took me a really long time to find the brand that worked for me but it is now my ultimate HOLY GRAIL of beauty products. It makes my skin so soft and supple. Not to mention it heals the evil psoriasis I have. GAG.

WELL THE WHOLE POINT of this blog: Sleepy Time Tea: Extra + Melatonin = my newest bed time ritual. After hopping out of the shower I turn on a pot of water and make myself a mug of tea. I pop a melatonin and grab my mug and crawl into bed with whatever dirty romance novel I happen to be reading and sip sip sup on some delicious herbal goodness. After about a half hour my usually insomniac ass is heavy-lidded and melting into bed. How glorious! Where has this been all my life?!

I have known of Sleepy Time tea only from Mandi [the bfffl] and all I knew up until a month ago was that it apparently made her puke. So, naturally, I stayed as far away from it as possible. About 3.5 weeks ago I saw it on sale at my local supermarket and it was being sold with an adorable little tin box thing. I cant turn away from adorable or little for that matter! So I BOUGHT IT. AND I LOVE IT! The melatonin was only introduced to me about a week ago by Reed [the lover] who had been using it to help him sleep since his accident. WELLZZZZzzzzzzz I am in sleep heaven. The only side affect I have experienced so far is simply more vivid dreams.

I am a dreamer so I don’t give much of a care. Actually I enjoy it. My dreams are vivid enough on my own but adding the combination of the tea & melatonin has me waking up with a “what the fuck” attitude and brilliant new entries to my dream dictionary. Why, just the other day Reed woke me up right as I was dreaming about a litter of puppies. In my dream I had decided to foster litters of puppies [I know – a dream is a wish your heart makes] and so I had this litter of pups in a house I have never seen before but in the dream knew was mine. Blah blah blah cuteness ensues etc. etc. and then, right before waking up, one of the little guys scrunches up and starts to poo! Ha! I remember thinking it was cute in my dream? I don’t know, I just remember the thing looking at me and almost smiling and having the warm feeling of smiling back. Then, I woke up.

This blog makes no sense.

Did I mention that I completed my sleepy time ritual about an hour ago? I have that heavy-lidded thing going on right now. There is something entirely captivating about the sound of a keyboards “click click click click” under my nails at 10pm. I don’t want to stop! It makes me wish that I had something as equally captivating to write about! LIke LOVE! WAR! JUICE! DRESSERS ON SALE FR 50% OFF RETAIL PRICE AT UNIQUE THRIFT STORES! MY FRIEND CORY NEVER WANTING TO HANG OUT! MY LOVE/HATE RELATIONSHIP WITH MY CURRENT JOB! MY DESIRE TO CREATE. MY DEEP HATRED FOR BUTTERFLY’S…